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Jimin cringed slightly as he laid on his back, naked and legs propped up on either side of him. He slowly eased the toy in another inch as sweat slowly slid down his skin, speeding up his right hand on his dick to distract himself from the uncomfortableness of the plug. Despite him using excessive lube and fucking himself with four fingers before this, he still couldn't help but wince a bit as the toy pushed against his rim, trying not to clench instinctively around the toy. He steadied his breathing, panting slightly as his eyes clenched shut, hand aching from edging himself for over an hour just to fit the plug inside him.
"Ah, ah," he whined to himself, thighs quivering as he managed to slide the butt plug in the final inch, the flattened base of it sitting snugly against his rim. Jimin kept stroking himself slowly, sighing as the little bit of pain finally faded away and pleasure took over. He just laid there embracing the fullness inside of him, a soft smile on his flushed face in satisfaction, despite the way need pulsed under his skin, still desperate to get off.
The feeling of the plug was foreign since Jimin had only ever managed to fit two fingers inside of himself before he wimped out and withdrew his fingers, only occasionally rubbing his prostate with his short fingers before he had to yank them out, unable to overcome the ache of his rim being stretched too much. He preferred simple jacking off to finish, slowly pumping himself and teasing the head of his cock while he moaned quietly into his pillow so his roommates wouldn't wake up.
They were gay like him but it didn't help his frustration, it just made him more and more wound up and horny for more. He roomed with two guys named Seokjin and Namjoon, both seniors, and while they shared their own room, it didn't help that their dorm had thin walls. He could hear them having sex every other night practically, making him struggle to fall asleep and eventually causing him to whimper into his pillow while he got off to the sounds of them fucking.
Not to mention the time he walked in on Seokjin pinning Namjoon to the wall next to the kitchenette, delivering deep, slow thrusts from behind while Namjoon groaned into the ugly olive green wall paint, both oblivious to the tiny gasp Jimin released as he rushed past them before they noticed him lingering just a second too long. Jimin had sprinted to the shower and bit his knuckle to hide his moans as he stroked himself to get rid of his uncomfortable boner, imagining himself in Namjoon’s place- not with Seokjin particularly just getting fucked by someone, just as hard and good as he was giving it to Namjoon. He hated feeling like a pervert but he told himself he couldn’t help it, it was only natural for a gay virgin to get horny over his roommates’ very active sex life, really.
He wasn't attracted to them as people, and they were an exclusive couple that had been together since high school anyway, but Jimin got horny at anyone having sex - he walked in on Hoseok fucking a girl once at a party and even though Jimin didn't like girls, he still couldn't help the feeling of his pants growing tight in the crotch as he ran away, feeling disgusted with himself as his cheeks flushed at the heat that spread through him. Deep down, he knew that probably wasn’t as normal as he tried to convince himself, but it's easier to just pull the innocent virgin card than own up to the fact he was just a pervert with a voyeurism kink of some kind, most likely.
Luckily though, he was home alone this time, since Seokjin and Namjoon had left already the previous Friday to return to their hometown for the winter break. Jimin was leaving in an hour himself to go to Busan, where he would be staying with Jeongguk while he caught up with him and their other friends, eager to smell the familiar salty air of Busan as he got to see dongsaeng and his hometown again. But he still had plenty of time before he needed to leave to go to the train station, where he managed to snag a semi-private train to Busan from Seoul, having already packed up the night before and only needing to get dressed again before he departed.
That was the main reason why he was currently laying in bed, panting with a butt plug in his ass while he quietly rode out his orgasm, his stroking finally paying off as he gingerly milked himself through the last waves of it, cum dripping down his chubby fingers slowly. Jimin had bought the toy a month before but was too scared of pain to try it, but he decided he needed to step out of his comfort zone and do something risky for once- how could he expect to one day get a boyfriend and have sex if he could barely handle his small fingers, let alone a normal-sized plug. There would be no more hiding under the sheets while he muffled his groans in the pillow like the virgin wuss he was, he was a grown man who was in college and he could handle a plug in his ass, no big deal.
Except Jimin immediately regretted it when he stood up to get dressed, a shock of pleasure shooting through him and causing him to gasp loudly, eyes going wide at the sensation. He collapsed to his knees, crying out when the drop forced the plug in harder, rubbing against his prostate as Jimin moaned into the bed, thighs pressed together as he tried not to drool already at the consistent drag of the plug against his prostate. He knew the toy would reach there, was anticipating the thrill and dirtiness of wearing a plug while he traveled and met up with Jeongguk, however, this was a bit more intense than he expected. In actual application, he trembled as he stood up, slowly regaining his balance and trying to avoid stimulating his spot again, his spent cock already trying to chub up again, despite the small amount of pain it caused.
Jimin bit his lip roughly, briefly wondering if this was a bad idea. Was it too much for his first experience with anything substantial up his ass? Should he just take it out and wait until he had time to fully explore himself, get an idea of what it was like? He shook the last thought away as soon as it came into his mind - Jimin wanted this, he was practically salivating at the thought of wandering around innocently while having something as naughty as a butt plug inside him, the rest of the world oblivious to the fact that cute Park Jimin was doing something so perverted without them even realizing. He hated the idea of taking it out and giving up, he wanted to prove a point to himself that as a proud gay man, he could handle this. He was going to do this no matter what.
With that encouragement in mind, Jimin stumbled over to his dresser and began the tedious process of getting dressed without cumming, smiling despite his shaking hands.
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He felt like he was going to burst, he was so giddy.
Jimin clutched the train ticket in his hand a little tighter, a slight redness in his cheeks as he glanced at the ground to make sure he still had his suitcase and messenger bag. He was searching for the passenger train that Jeongguk had generously paid for, setting him up with the high-class semi-private car just for Jimin’s sake, only a few other passengers besides himself.
His friend insisted he wanted Jimin to be comfortable for the long ride, not like Jimin could blame him - it was a two-hour trip and Jeongguk was the kind of guy to worry over his friends being comfy and happy no matter what. If the younger boy wasn't already interested in Hoseok and Yoongi, another childhood friend of theirs, Jimin would probably develop a crush on him just because the younger was so sweet and considerate towards his hyungs. But he was happy with their friendship and his single life, so he really had no complaints- plus Jimin highly doubted he could ever see Jeongguk as more than one of his closest friends, let along in a sexual or romantic light.
Jimin hid a small smile to himself as he clenched slightly, feeling the plug shift inside him. He knew he probably looked like a weirdo standing there grinning to himself, and for such a stupid reason too, but he really didn't care. It felt like he was becoming an adult in a strange way, despite being in his twenties already, and he was admittedly proud of himself of finally pushing his limits and giving in to his desires for once with no shame.
He imagined what the passengers around him would think if they knew what was inside him - would some of them be turned on? Would they be disgusted? Would they try to hide their arousal, maybe blush a little while averting their eyes? Would the girls giggle, intrigued, while the guys fought to maintain their composure? Would they press their hands between their legs to relieve some of the tension? Would they try to slide closer to him, try to hit on him?
Jimin already knew he'd be doing this more often, and he grinned at the thought while the train doors opened. He immediately headed towards his car, every step jostling the plug inside of him as he bit his plump lip, finding that the train car was mostly still vacant except for a woman who was already sleeping, noise canceling headphones over her ears, and two teen girls who were both listening to their own music loud enough to where even he could hear it through their earbuds. He took a seat on the right next to a window, holding back a pleased noise when the plug just barely touched his prostate, arching slightly into the firm leather of the train seat just feel that little shock again.
He slid his suitcase to the seat across from him, hopefully making a statement that he didn't want anyone near him- while it was fun to imagine how others would react to him wearing a plug, he didn’t actually want anyone to get too close in fear they would figure it out and judge him, maybe even report him for public indecency or something. He planned to take out the toy before he got off the train, most likely going to slip into the train bathroom and hastily shove it in his bag before he met up with Jeongguk to make sure the other wouldn’t suspect anything.
Jimin was alone for about five minutes, scrolling through his Instagram on his phone before he felt the seat next to him sink in a bit and a warm presence at his side, leaning just a little too close for comfort. He sighed a bit to himself, fidgeting and his breath hitching when the plug shifted inside him, internally praying the other person would leave him alone if he just ignored him, maybe leave if Jimin showed no interest in them.
"Hey baby, what’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" A deep male voice teasingly spoke next to him, breath fanning over Jimin’s cheek, and he frowned at the generic line. He turned to look at the man, and he had to admit, he was pleasantly surprised - the guy was a bit taller than him, with a boxy smile he was directing at the smaller man, and soft looking brown hair flopping in front of his eyes in a boyish way, much messier than Jimin’s own perfectly styled, fluffy blonde hair. His eyes looked warm but his demeanor was playful, and while Jimin was intrigued, he wasn't exactly pleased to have his quiet time on the train interrupted, sighing softly to himself.
"Can I help you?" he asked politely, crossing his legs to hide the half hard on while resting his hands on his lap for additional coverage. The other's smile grew even wider, unsettling Jimin, but he didn't comment- while he might not be pleased with the man sitting so close to him, Jimin had never been the type of person to be rude to others. "I'm Taehyung," he said, completely ignoring Jimin's question and leaning into the smaller's space even more. Jimin leaned away but that didn't deter the other, who pressed against Jimin's side awkwardly, warmth spreading through Jimin’s body at his close proximity.
"What's your name, pretty boy?" Taehyung asked, smile turning into a smirk, the comment making Jimin turn a little pink as he struggled to clear his mind- did the stranger have to smell good too? It really wasn’t fair. "Uh, I'm -" he began, stumbling over his words when the train began to move, causing him to lurch forward a bit at the rough start. He instinctively reached out to catch himself on the table separating his seat from the one in front of him, but he felt a hand grabbed his arm, yanking him back and causing him to slam back into his seat before he could fall off.
Jimin gasped as he hit his seat, reaching to grasp the arm next to him as the train continued into a smooth ride. The hand on his bicep didn't let go, sliding down the skin of his bare arms (why did Jimin decide to take off his jacket and shirt? Damn this train for having its heaters on way too high for the mild winter weather) and across his chest instead to rest on his thigh, Jimin swallowing thickly at the action. Tanned fingers teased the edge of the ripped holes in his black jeans, and Jimin tried to ignore the way his legs trembled at the slight roughness of Taehyung’s large hands brushing against his pale skin.
"You good, baby?" Taehyung mumbled directly into his ear, and Jimin jerked in surprise at the intimate tone, his knee slamming into the table as Taehyung just chuckled next to him. The other’s hand didn’t move, his large hand strangely fitting as it gripped his thigh instead, kneading the muscles Jimin built from years of dancing with no shame. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? And you still haven't told me your name, sweetheart," the other continued, his deep voice admittedly sending chills down the smaller’s spine. Jimin felt him slip a few fingers under the hole on his thigh, gently smoothing over the heated skin with cool fingers, and he tried to fight the goosebumps that rose on his skin as a result. He couldn't fight the sweat gathering though when he felt the plug move inside him and felt embarrassment wash over him.
"J-Jimin, my name is Jimin," he managed to say, trying to scoot away into the window, but failing when Taehyung followed. Now he was just uncomfortably squished between the stranger and the window as random scenery flew by, his breath fogging the glass from where he turned his head away from Taehyung. "Well, Jimin," the other began, sighing out the smaller man's name in a way that made his cock twitch in his pants. "I have to admit, I thought this would be a boring ride but you have certainly made it much more interesting."
Jimin relaxed slightly, despite the fingers tickling his skin and the heavenly voice in his ears. Maybe the other just wanted to have a nice conversation to pass the time, since the woman from earlier was deep in sleep with music playing in her headphones and the teen girls had moved to a different train car a few minutes into the ride. They were almost alone, but it didn't explain why the other still acting so intimate around him-
"Since this ride is gonna be a bore, why don't you give me a nice ride?"
-Or maybe that explained it.
"E-excuse me?" Jimin forced out, whipping his head towards the other, eyes wide in shock. He refused to acknowledge how close Taehyung's face was to his now, their breaths mixing in the air between them, tension thick. The taller man merely smirked again, licking his lips as he removed his hand from the hole in Jimin's jeans. Without warning, he shoved his hand between Jimin's crossed legs, roughly grabbing his crotch, causing the smaller man to cry out, jerking at the hand so easily encompassing his entire cock in his pants.
"You know exactly what I'm saying," the other replied sensually, kneading his fingers into Jimin's bulge, who was trying his best not to choke on his moans, letting out strangled noises instead as he forced himself not to cant his hips into Taehyung’s hand. "I get that you're innocent and all, and it's cute, but even you can surely understand a proposition, right?" Taehyung chuckled, letting his fingers grip and massage the length of Jimin’s cock through his tight jeans despite Jimin’s weak protests. "I-I don't understand-" Jimin began, clamping his thighs together to hopefully squeeze Taehyung's hands hard enough to cause pain. But the other just moved his other hand to pry his thighs open, pressing his palm harder into Jimin and making him stumble over his words as he groaned at the feeling, openly rubbing the other shamelessly as he continued to speak.
"Fine, I'll help you understand," the brunette interrupted before he removed his hands completely. Jimin didn't have a chance to be grateful before Taehyung's hands were back on him, dragging him out of his seat and tugging him between Taehyung's leg, halfway on the other's lap. He yelped at the sudden movement and felt a cold rush of fear shoot down his spine when he realized he couldn't see the taller man, perched with his back pressed against Taehyung's chest and facing away from him.
Jimin tried to wrench himself away from the bold man but Taehyung held tight, locking his arms around Jimin's waist and holding the blonde man close to him. He beat his fists on the arms wrapped around him but they had no effect, his small fists essentially painless to the bigger male as he tried to writhe free. To make things even worse, in his struggle he felt something hard poking his lower back, and based on Taehyung's soft sigh when he accidentally pressed against it, it was the other's hard on.
"Oh my god, stop struggling," he whined as if Jimin's attempts to escape were a mere annoyance to him, sighing at Jimin’s useless struggle. The blonde was about to jab an elbow back into the other when he felt teeth graze his neck before they sunk into the tender skin between his neck and shoulder, hard. He cried out again, eyes shooting wide and his cheeks turning a deep red color, shocked when a glance at the seat a couple rows in front of him revealed the woman was still sleeping. If she hadn't woken up at this point, Jimin knew to scream for her help was useless, not like he would anyways- he couldn’t imagine letting anyone see him like this, being molested by a stranger on a train, too weak to break free. He went limp in Taehyung's arms, hoping his deadweight would lessen the pain on his neck and maybe make Taehyung have some kind of mercy on him.
"Good boy," Taehyung sighed, releasing his teeth from the other and stroking his side almost soothingly. "God, the things I want to do to you. Saw your pretty little ass in the station and practically drooled when I thought about fucking that sweet ass open. I even upgraded my ticket so I could get in the same train car as you." Jimin felt his blood run cold at the revelation, face pale at the thought as he still felt his erection pressed into him. There was no denying it… but Taehyung had targeted him? This had all been a lead up to... to rape?
The strange thing was, Jimin didn't view it as rape, even as Taehyung sucked on his neck without permission, eliciting more moans and whines from the smaller man as bruises slowly bloomed on his neck, the feeling indescribable to the virgin. As the taller man laved his tongue over the pale skin of his neck, Jimin struggled to name what he was feeling - he certainly didn't consent to this, but he wasn't opposed to it, oddly enough. Was it dubious consent? Rape? Did he really want this, or was he just trying to excuse Taehyung's actions?
His train of thought was cut short when he realized Taehyung was nuzzling the back of his neck, breathing harsh and fast as he got more worked up from canting his hips against Jimin’s lower back, not quite against his ass just yet. As hot air fanned across his sensitive skin, Jimin couldn't help but notice the erection between his own legs, bulging through the fabric of his black jeans as he whimpered at the other’s ministrations. The feeling of Taehyung's lips dragging against his neck made him shiver, and he suppressed the whine that bubbled up in his throat, clutching at Taehyung’s arms not to shove him away, but to instead hold on through the waves of new sensations and burning desire bubbling inside of him.
"I'm prepared so don't worry about your little ass, baby" Taehyung murmured into his neck, licking a hot stripe from his collarbone to his jaw, causing Jimin to jerk. He arched slightly, biting on his lip harshly to keep a keening noise from escaping him. The arms around him tightened, and when Jimin settled back down from the arch, he couldn't hold back his gasp as Taehyung's bulge pressed directly against his crack this time, his head falling back to rest against Taehyung’s broad shoulder. He felt a small pressure inside of him and grew even redder when he remembered the plug, Taehyung’s hard cock nudging the base with every roll of his hips forward- Jimin was positive he was going to make his lips bleed from how hard he was biting down to suppress his sounds of pleasure.
"W-What do you mean 'prepared'?" he asked timidly, scared to know to answer. Jimin shifted his hands down to grip the thighs encasing his own legs, fingernails digging in when he heard a dark chuckle come from behind him. He hated how strong they seemed, just like the powerful arms caging him in- Jimin didn't expect this, he only wanted a little play time with his butt plug, he didn't sign up for this. Yet he also hated how he knew if it were any other situation, he would be a bright red and whimpering mess, desperate for the handsome man behind him. But this was in public with another woman (albeit a sleeping one) on the train with them, and he wasn't prepared- yet wasn’t this the root of his fantasy all along? Didn’t he dream about being violated in public, whimpering like the virgin he was for some strong man to take care of him and ruin him beyond the bounds of his imagination?
Wasn’t this what Jimin craved all along, deep down?
He froze when he felt an arm move from around his waist, hearing some rustling before the arm returned to snake around his hips. Taehyung's large hand quickly undid his pants button and zipper, and Jimin sucked in a sharp breath when a warm hand was diving into his underwear. The other's rough palm and fingers quickly circled his aching length, and Jimin released a quick, pitched cry, not even embarrassed by how the other’s large hand encompassed his small cock entirely in his fist, only able to focus on how good Taehyng’s rough palm felt on his sensitive skin.
"Taaaaae," he whined, unable to stop himself from rocking into the solid grip. Jimin gasped, his hands gripping Taehyung’s forearm that still held him in place by the waist, and he tried to weakly struggle despite how good it felt and how he never wanted it to end, his legs kicking a bit to try and dislodge himself. In response, Taehyung merely sighed and lifted Jimin to sit on top of his legs instead of in between, his cock more firmly pressed into his lower back.
The more Jimin fought and kicked, however, merely pissed Taehyung off, and it reached a head when he hissed, “Quit fucking moving!” He accented his words with a tighter grip, squeezing Jimin’s cock until the other whimpered in pain as he snapped, “Listen, this will be nice and pleasurable for us both if you just give in. But if you really wanna go, then punch me and leave- however, I have a feeling you like this deep down, don’t you?”
Jimin didn’t answer, squeezing his eyes shut as he clenched his thighs in an attempt to save dignity, not daring to fight back. A shiver went down his back when he felt the hand gripping his cock slowly loosen without a word, only Taehyung’s labored breath brushing past his ear. “Taehyung?” he asked in a soft tone, preparing to glance behind him when he felt a stinging pain on the opposite side of his neck than before. He let out a small cry, tears springing into his eyes as he noticed a few small drops of blood popping up from beneath Taehyung’s teeth firmly clamped down on his skin.
The younger finally withdrew, licking his lips before lavishing his tongue over the deep bite. “You’re lucky I packed fashion scarves, I’ll let you cover up,” he grunted, the hand that was previously on Jimin’s cock now going to unbutton the other’s jeans with a hum. Jimin tried to jerk away from his hand unzipping his fly, only to gasp at the tightened grasp around his waist. “No no no no-” he whisper-yelled when Taehyung tugged his pants and underwear down just enough for his ass to be exposed, his cock still caught under the jeans still tight around the top of his thighs.
He felt relief when Taehyung’s hand finally moved away, taking the brief moment to catch his breath as he felt his body go limp in Taehyung’s hold. Jimin could feel Taehyung moving him back, dragging him to sit fully against his front, and at this point, he finally realized Taehyung must have slipped his cock out of his own pants at some point, feeling the hot press of thick flesh against his cheeks as he gasped.
God, the other felt massive, Jimin couldn’t remember ever witnessing a cock the size of Taehyung’s, and the thought of it replacing his plug inside of him made him just… give up. He knew if he struggled more Taehyung would just grow more pissed and would become less and less merciful, and if Jimin had to be honest with himself, this was probably the best cock he was ever going to get, so why not at least try to enjoy being raped? If he could really consider it that- the other didn’t need to know how much he wanted this, someone else to just take over and break him in, none of the fumbling awkwardness of losing his virginity.
“Oh, baby, this is just too good,” Taehyung chuckled to him, his breath fanning across Jimin’s ear as the other glancing out the corner of his eye in confusion, unsettled by the amused smirk on Taehyung’s face. “A plug? And I thought you were just a cute little virgin, not some pervert,” the other laughed, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder as he shifted the other’s hips away from own for a moment.
“I-I am! I’m a virgin,” he frantically reassured, before he froze. Why was he defending himself to Taehyung? If Taehyung thought he was a pervert, he might’ve let him go, but he had to open his fucking mouth, and that was a decision he wasn’t sure he wanted to analyze at that moment. Taehyung hummed, “Oh? Quite perverted for a virgin then, aren’t you?” Jimin stayed quiet this time, a shiver running down his spine when he felt a thick tongue drag up the shell of his ear followed by a puff of air. “That just answers my question doesn’t it? Sensitive and shy on the surface yet nasty and kinky deep down,” he teased before fingers were slipping between Jimin’s cheeks, the other tensing when he felt them grip the base of his plug.
“Oh my god-” he whimpered when the other eased the plug out of him, his cheeks flushing pink at the sickening squelch the plug made as it finally slid free from his rim. He bit his bottom lip as he clenched around nothing, his hands fumbling to grab Taehyung’s arms once more as he rested his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung brought the plug in front of them, letting the light from the setting sun filter through the train window onto the black plug, the toy shining with lube as Taehyung clicked his tongue. Jimin merely panted as he looked at it, shame bleeding through to his core, yet he still couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his pants, watching the plug slip from Taehyung’s fingers onto the seat next to them.
“I’ll save that for later, to make sure you don’t forget me,” Taehyung murmured into his ear, and Jimin was about to ask what that statement even meant when he was jerked backwards into his original position, Taehyung’s cock once again sliding drying between his cheeks. “You know, I hope for your sake you used a lot of lube when toying around with that,” the other added, causing JImin to turn and give him a confused look as he replied, “Y-yeah, I did, why…?”
“I didn’t bring any lube with me, I didn’t really plan on doing anything like this until I saw at the train station,” Taehyung explained simply, and now Jimin literally thanked his past self for over preparing and using almost half a bottle of lube for such a small toy. It didn’t help the instinctual jolt of fear he felt when Taehyung’s arms slid lower, pulling back to only grip his hips instead of wrapping all the way around his torso, using his hold to lift the other up.
“Now, I’ll warn you now, this will be… quite the stretch,” he teased, adjusting Jimin until he felt the blunt head of his cock rubbing firmly against his entrance, and he clenched his eyes shut. His hands went to grip Taehyung’s, grounding himself as his short, chubby fingers clenched over Taehyung’s longer ones as he was slowly lowered, a whine tearing its way out of his throat when he felt the head of his cock breach past the rim with a bit of resistance.
“T-Tae-” he began to whimper, feeling the other’s hands clench just the tiniest bit harder. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, slightly confused before he was being shoved down with no mercy, a sharp cry escaping his lips as was filled beyond what he thought was possible, tears immediately pricking in the corner of his eyes. “Taehyung, g-god, please, just wa-” he weakly moaned, struggling to adjust to the thickness inside of him when the other lifted him once more, using his grip to slam the other down once more.
“God, please! Give me a break, please!” JImin yelped, barely registering the other’s soft grunts and pants as he continued to brutally force him to ride his cock with no reprieve. Jimin felt like he was being split in half- if he thought the plug had been too much, this was going to destroy him. Luckily there was no burn from dry fucking, just the pain of being stretched beyond his limits, his rim aching every time it sunk all the way down to the thick base.
“Why do you need a break, huh Jimin? Didn’t you want this? All of you nasty perverted virgins are the same, too scared to explore what you really want until you get a shove-” Taehyung punctuated his words by literally shoving Jimin down on his cock again, the other releasing a strangled groan at the feeling. “- in the right direction. You should be grateful I’m being so nice and taking care of your pesky first time, now you’ll be nice and broken in for future boys.”
“I- I-” Jimin struggled to force his words out, choking on the drool building in his mouth before swallowing and continuing. “I don’t- don’t want o-other boys-” He cut himself off with a deep moan, rolling his head to press his face into Taehyung’s neck as he rambled, “D-don’t want other b-boys- no o-other boys-”
“Aw, the little slut got a crush on his rapist?” Taehyung cooed, laughing at the other’s immediate nod, his mind feeling empty at that point. Jimin’s entire body felt like he was made of liquid, like he could just seep through the floor if it weren’t for Taehyung’s voice, his breath, his grip, his cock grounding him in place, his body lighting up wherever Taehyung touched him. It was like he was drowning in heat and pleasure and Taehyung was the breath of air he couldn’t do without, forcing a gasp out of him with every thrust upwards.
“Don’t worry, I have too many things I want to do with you to let you go that easily, baby,” the other was purring into his ear when Jimin finally managed to focus in on his words again. “You’re going to Busan, aren’t you? I have some buddies I’m visiting there, but I’ll keep track of you, I’ll keep track of you when you go back to Seoul too, don’t worry. I’ll give you exactly what you need, whenever and wherever you need it.”
Jimin couldn’t even reply at that point, only jumbled words and high-pitched moans falling from his lips like a prayer every time Taehyung lifted his body up and every time he was forced back down. He felt like he was literally fucked stupid, unable to form a single coherent thought in his mind as he focused on the long, thick length splitting him open, branding him with the shape of Taehyung’s cock, ruined for any other dick.
A particularly rough thrust inside of him had Jimin gasping, his body being jolted like a rag doll and tilting his head forward as he whined out some form of the other’s name. A glance down had the other smiling dumbly to himself, a small hand leaving Taehyung’s to slide down his own stomach, fumbling for the edge of his own sweat-slick shirt and yanking it up, giggling lightly at the sight that greeted him. His stomach looked swollen like he had eaten too much, but judging from the way the kept coming and going,it was clear it was just the sheer size of Taehyung’s cock fucking up into him, distorting his stomach in the most beautiful way, in Jimin’s opinion.
“F-full,” he managed to mumble, chubby fingers sliding down his own pale stomach, laying his palm flat just so he could feel Taehyung’s cock rubbing in the deepest, most intimate parts of himself. “Mm, you like that? Being so full you can see it in your tummy? Just wait until I cum in you, your little body will be so stuffed with cum you won’t be able to walk or eat until I let you clean it out,” the other growled into his ear, his own words affecting him apparently as he started to match his shoves of Jimin downwards with his own thrusts upwards, his hips leaving the seat slightly with the amount of force behind his fucking.
His massive cock had already been dragging against Jimin’s prostate, but the sheer size of him had been enough to swirl all other sensations into one single wave after wave pleasure washing over him. However, the new angle and the power behind it had tears soaking Jimin’s cheeks, hiccups leaving the smaller boy as he sobbed through the most intense orgasm of his life, his body going tense all at once before he fell completely boneless against Taehyung. He didn’t even register the feeling of Taehyung hand cupping over his dick, catching his cum so he wouldn’t soil his clothes, nor did he hear the other sucking his cum off of his fingers with little shame.
Jimin’s body felt completely numb, his eyes hazy and almost drooping shut if it weren’t for Taehyung’s jolting thrusts inside him keeping him just the slightest bit awake and coherent. His eyes were still trained on his own stomach, still in awe of the way he could see every press of the other’s dick inside of him, even when his body was still too caught on the high of his orgasm to feel him moving.
Jimin did, however, feel when the other shuddered under him, his cock swelling inside of him for the briefest moment before he was being flooded with load after load of cum. It felt like he was being pumped to the max, gasping as his stomach swelled even more, a nice round bump forming. Warmth bloomed inside of him as the heat of Taehyung’s cum filled him, eventually being too crammed full that some even began to leak out around the base of the other’s cock.
“I hope the plug will stay in now,” Taehyung sighed softly when he looked down, seeing how stretched out the rim of Jimin’s asshole was. “You wanna hear a secret Jiminie? You’re really special, you know that?” The other managed to twist slightly in Taehyung’s grasp, his misty, tear filled eyes meeting Taehyung’s own dark ones as he whispered, “Why?”
“You’re the only person who has ever been able to take my cock before,” he confided in the younger, a grin stretching out across his face. Taehyung loved the way Jimin’s own swollen lips curved into a weak smile, not even bothered by the trails of drool and tears down his cheeks and chin as he hopefully murmured, “Really?” He loved the fucked out nature of the boy- it was such a stark contrast to see him so compliant, so dopey and weak in Taehyung’s arms versus the snappy, panicked boy he had been only an hour before.
“Mhm, you’re my special boy. And when we get off the train, you’re gonna put in the plug and hold in my cum, aren’t you?” Jimin nodded, resting his cheek on Taehyung’s shoulder- he knew exactly what he was agreeing to, but he was too exhausted to protest, and honestly, this had been the most mind-blowing experience he’d ever had, and while he didn’t consent at first, he wasn't going to let the other leave him. He wanted to keep that cock for himself.
“I’ll take care of you from now on as long as you take care of my cock, its too big for everyone else but you love it don’t you? You want it all to yourself, don’t you?” Taehyung continued to purr, no shame as he felt the train finally crawl to a stop as Jimin again simply nodded. “Ah, time to get dressed, baby.”
Later, no one needed to know Jimin’s stomach wasn’t slightly swollen with a food baby from eating too much on the train, instead just pumped full of Taehyung’s cum. No one needed to know the slight limp wasn’t from sitting in a too-firm train seat for a couple hours, instead cramping slightly from the sheer volume of cum inside of him, paired with the plug barely managing to keep it all and the burn of his abused rim. No one needed to know Taehyung, the boy he introduced as his boyfriend, was actually the stranger that raped and fucked him so good, Jimin didn’t want to give him up either.
No one needed to know but them.